When was the last time they went for air? No one knows. And frankly, who cares? They've been making out for who knows how long, tangled in each other's embrace in the confines of their bed.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon with no schedule and zero obligation to fulfill. A nice day to spend it with your loving boyfriend doing nothing but do tonsil hockey all day.

Jiyong giggles when they finally pull away from each other.

"Good morning"

Seunghyun looks at the wall clock and sees that it's already 1:00 pm, he smirks at him.

 "Good afternoon, you mean?"

Jiyong abruptly sits up and looks at the clock, too.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe we've been kissing that long!"

Then he shrugs and lays back on the bed. He begins kissing Seunghyun again.

"I just can't get enough of your lips."

And kisses him again.

"I think I'm addicted."

And again.

"I can't stop even if I wanted to."

And again. This time, it's Seunghyun's turn to giggle.

"You're so corny."

Kiss.

"But the feeling is mutual."

Kiss.

And that is all they do that Sunday. Nothing else but kiss.